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THE EXETER TIMES-ARVOCATE, THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 3rd,1942
I suppose I
is in
f
called
Hut I
exp ect
Thalia
waiting
terrible
dreamed it all . . .” But it
a dream. It was—real,
feet stumbled as she climbed
cab at the corner. She gave
one, of
police,
by Phyllis Moore Gallagher
LAST WEEK’S ACTION
Margaret (Peg) Patterson is look
ing at the furniture in -a Washing
ton house which is to be auctioned
While she is musing about her past
and her love for Hewitt Gill,, she
is approached by a young man, An
thony Covington, who is struck by
her charm and appeal,
Now Read On
Then he said: “Look here, I’m
Anthony Covington and I’m rather
a decent sort after J’ve had my cof
fee in the morning.
. didn’t have a right in the world to
speak to you like this
“You supposed quite correctly, Mr.
Covington," said Peg, icily, She got
up then and moved through the
crpwd to the Van Dyke portrait and
began making notes foi’ Mr. Nelson.
She had 'been standing there pre
cisely one minute when Anthony
Covington came up behind her and
stood looking over her shoulder at
the painting. He said, scoffingly:
“Imagine a guy being, famous for
making a style of beard poptxlar!”
When Peg neither laughed
turned to look at ‘him, lie went
evenly: “Listen, if you knew
about me you couldn't be so
friendly, I—I haven’t got but
nor
on,
all
un-
______ _ _ __ ___. - - - Mx
months to live. You wouldn’t want
me to spend my—my last days—
lonely and unhappy . .”
Peg swung around and faced him
then, her face’ suddenly pale. She
was looking straight into his gray
eyes, her lips trembling a little.
“How dread-ful,” she said, on a
Small, broken note, and her fingers
came out and touched his arm in the
merest gesture of sympathy. .
"It would be,” said Anthony, grin
ning suddenly, “if it were true. But
it isn’it. You probably couldn’t kill
me with a cannon. And don’t look
so disappointed because I’m not
going to die , . . at least, not as long
as the sort of luck I’ve had in the
last two years holds out. I spent
them in Spain—then China. It seems
I- no sooner 'arrive in a country
than the place begins to fall to pieces
around me.”
“Then why,” said Peg furiously,
"don’t you stay at home!”
"You’ll have to take that up- with
the State Department,” he told her
brightly. “They pay me $250'0' a year
which gives them the right to
me pretty damned near where
please.”
Then he was grinning at
again, seeing the sudden soft .light
in her eyes. “Truce?” he said,
quickly.
Peg smiled. There was some
thing about this Anthony Coving
ton-that couldn’t be resisted. There
was something about his gray eyes
and the quick white flash of his’
smile and, his hands: he had clean,
strong, perfectly shaped hands.
“Yes, truce,” she said.
Almost without realizing it, they
were sauntering through the big
mansion together, talking—snatches
of conversation that began just any
where and stopped the same way.
“Look at the 1812 spinet over by
the window. It would be the height
of something or other to hear one
of Benny Goodman’s lads whooping
•up a jam number on it.
Childhood Secrets
“I sat in one of those stiff-back
ed Hitchcock chairs for four hours
once. I had let t-he air out -of every
tire parked around one square block
of Richmond. I was 8> and simply
mad about a freckled party who
worked Saturday afternoons at a
garage. In my own meek little
I was drumming up business.”
“I bet you were a cute little
letter-outer.” ’
“I wasn’t. I had pig-tails
braces on my teeth.
send
they
Peg
way
tire-
from China! Thalia just returned to
Washington today, Europe all
spring and summer, you know. She’ll
be delighted you're here, too. And
to think you haven’t even
me,! Shame, shame,- Tony!
forgive you and I shall be
ing you fox’ tea tomorrow,
and I are at home on the first and
third Wednesdays of each month
-this winter. Remember that, dar
ling. And now, tell me, did you have
a ghastly .time of it in China? I
.read where you had been wounded
during the bombing of Shanghai .
Peg picked up an auctioneer’s
catalogue from a table and was read
ing it industriously, not seeing it
at all. She knew who Anthony was
talking to. Mrs. Demarest Polk,
xnothex’ of Thalia Polk. Darkly,
exotically 'beautiful Thalia Polk,
.whom the stenographers in the
office had said was the only girl
who counted in Hewitt’s life. "She
has so much dough,” ithey’d said,
"that she has. to hire people to help
her think of ways to spend it.” Just
the thought of Thalia Polk made
shadows cross Peg’s mind, robbed
hei’ of all the gay nonsense she had
just enjoyed. Hewitt had said of
Thalia, “I saw a lot of her last
winter, a few dinners and a dance
or two at Sulgrave. Things like that.
It didn’t mean anything. I wanted
Senator Polk’s brokerage account.
I still do. And I had thought Thalia
might be a means to an end.”
On the Spot
Mrs. Polk fluttered off finally.
Anthony turned to Peg and Peg,
looking at -him rather -thoughtful
ly, remembered what Mrs. Polk had
said about Shanghai and wondered
if he had really been wounded. She
•decided promptly that he hadn’t
been. No man could coine through
a thing like that and remain as
casual, as gay and irresponsible as
Anthony Covington.
Anthony said, “Look here, I was
in a spot. Who are you? After all,
someone else I_ know may come
truckin’ along and I can’t have you
hanging around like a third leg.”
“Justa some -one you picked tup,”
said Peg. And smiled. For she was
thinking that really nice girls with
aunts like Mehalie Keith just simply
didn’t get themselves picked up. She
took another hurried look- at the
Van Dyke portrait, making a mental
note about it for Mr. Nelsop. and
said, “Well, take care of yourself,
Anthony Covington. And don’t go
' dashing about starting any more,
wars.”
They were, at the moment, stand
ing in the big entrance hall, quite
near
them
scene
■ wood
opening in the crowd, dashed out
into the encraoching dusk of the
Novembei’ twilight before Anthony
could politely push his way through
that throng of excited ladies.
Peg looked at once for a taxi, but
there was not one cruising on the
broad street. She saw that Anthony
was preparing to follow her, -that he
was going to be difficult to shake.
So she turned off the avenue abrupt
ly into a narrow shady street. She
saw the yawning mouth ’of a gar
age which flanked a square-fronted
granite house with a "foi* sale” sign
on it. She stepped into the garage,
pressed up against the shadows of
the wall, a little hidden by the open
garage doors which were folded back
loosely. Through one of the cracks
she saw Anthony hurry down the
street still looking for her,
Silk hat; and cane swinging in his
hand.
ment—draw out an automatic aim
and fire, There was not the slight
est noise for a second. Then there
was a groan in the vestibule, the
dull thud of a body falling and qn
old woman's feet rushing across the
concrete.
,Peg was trembling violently. She
caxne out from behind the door,
She ran, panting, frantic to be out
of that garage, away from this fe
verish nightmare which had sudden
ly become horrible. Out into the
crisp, clean night wind of autumn.
Away .from—Oh, God—away from
what?
the door. The brush around
was unprecedented,„ a mob
to enchant the soul of a Holly
director. Peg chose a sudden
hie
and
Mothex’ stayed
awake nights over me. She could See
me as a debutante, not really com
ing out. I
at dances,
ing room
be stuck.
son, you.
needlessly because I didn’t come
out
money when I was 17
crawl out ...”
Then suddenly some
touching Anthony’s armi
saying: "Tony, darling!
made it Sound like dahling. She
saying, -too: “But how perfectly
marvelous! Anthony Covington back
Sort of creeping out. A flop
i,‘ whipping off to a dress-
because I couldn’t bear to
Definitely stag-line poi-
know. But she worried
there wasn’t even enough
for me to
ohe
she
Only
was
Was
she
was
Murder Witness
Then all at once Peg snapped in
to the terrible awakened awareness
of not being alone in this dark gar
age. There were muffled voices in
the vestibule which was up three
steps from -the garage -floor, out -of
view, but very near her. There was
the. sound of feet scuffling, of a
violent struggle. And then ‘a groan.
A sort of anguish nailed Peg to
the spot, a fear to know what was
happening in that vestibule, a dread
of the truth. She did not stir. She
scarcely -even breathed. She was
staring now in a sort of fixed hor
ror at those three steps, seeing an
old wbman run down them with sur
prising , agility, seeing her turn—-
and in What seemed like one move-
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CHAPTER II
The noises of the city beat against
Peg as she ran. She still couldn’t
believe what she had seexL “I’ll
wake up in a moment and realize
that I
wasn’t
Her
into a . . ... _ _ _..... __ ___ .
the number of her office building in
a small panting voice and sank back
on the seat, bracing -herself,
for her pulse to quit its
threshing tumult.
She’d have to tell some
course, immediately. The
perhaps. She’d have -to say, “I was
hiding there in the garage and I
saw . . .’’ And they'd say: “Why
were you hiding, Miss Patterson?
Are you sure you weren’t hiding in
that garage—with a gun in your
hand?”
Peg’s fingers shook in her lap.
They wouldn’t believe her of, course.
You couldn’t possibly expect anyone
to believe 'such a flimsy, ridiculous
story, no matter how true it was.
And if they never found that old
woman in the heavy black coat, the
shabby hat with the faded flower
drooping from the brim . . .
Startling Realization'
Suddenly Peg jerked erect. Some
thing ... a. memory, a revealing
picture struggling for consciousness,
a vague realization beating against
her mind—something swept
her in a panic,
ing to
moving
tion?
woman
It was all clear now: a soft hand
holding an automatic, a smooth,
starkly white hand gleaming through
shadows. Pink-tipped fingers and
a gold, ring with a serpent coiled
around a glittering green stone. A
very young hand. And a young
body, too, that could run swiftly
without effort. A young
then who had tried, for some reason,
to look -old and a. little shabby . . .
When Peg reached her office
building she rushed into her office,
closed the door behind her, leaned
against it and contemplated the sit
uation. She started toward Hew
itt’s door, fatigue dragging at her
limbs.
“Hewitt . . .”
But Hewitt was not in his office.
His desk was meticulously cleared
off; his hat was not on the rack in
his reception cubicle. She couldn’t
quite convince herself that Hewitt
wasn’t here when she needed him
so desperately. That Mr. Nelson
wasn’t here, either.
Peg .pushed her fair hair back with
an exhausted gesture. She ipicked
up the telephone on her desk and
dialed Hewitt’s number. There
was no answer. She called the muni
tions -building but an impersonal
voice -said that Lieutenant Duncan
Patterson was in conference,
fingex’ trembled as she dialed
Nelson’s number.
A butler said coolly: “Mr.
son’s residence. No, Mr. Nelson
here. . . . Just a moment, Miss
•terson. Mr. Nelson is coming in
the door now.” She could hear the
butler say: “Miss Patterson foi’ you,
Sir. Shall I plug in the hall or -do
you -pref ex* to_ take it in the library?”
There was a little wait and then
Mr. Nelson was listening to -her
wild rush of words, to her confused
fantastic story.
He said, evenly: "You’re scared,
Peg. Your voice sounds as if it has
been strung out in a thin wire. Don’t
be frightened, my dear. After all,
you only saw a woman shoot. You
didn’t do it.”
Then he said: “Now get yourself
organized and tell me everything
once more. You struck up an ac
quaintance with a man named An
thony Covington at the auction.
■Were trying to shake him, SO
Stepped into that open garage,
go bn from there, slowly . .
Peg repeated it all carefully.
Was more composed now. Mr.
son was right, bf course, She hadn’t
dope anything; she had just sOeri
something horrible and frightening.
“Everything's going to be all
right,
ally,
else.
away
you’ll
ning.
schobl
pally do. And not a word of this
to anyone, with special emphasis
on Mehalie. Her idea of social de
corum. is as rigid as Victoria’s for
her court. She’d never understand
that business about Anthony Cov
ington. For that matter, neither
do I. Letting a man pick you up.
Bah!” And he hung up on his usual
blustering note.
Trying to Forget
Peg put the telephone back in its
cradle and began pacing around
the room restlessly. But that
wouldn’t do. You couldn’t go to
pieces like this. You had to hold on
somehow.
She sat down at hex* desk, forcing
herself to think pf othex’ things as
Mr. Nelson had suggested. She
hadn’t, she remembered, done her
shorthand exercises fox’ tonight. For
a full five minutes, she struggled
with o-hooks and diphthongs but it
wasn’t any good. The pages of hex*
stenographer’s pad became a blur of
little wiggle” And mixed up in the
blur, somehow, was a shadowy gar
age and Anthony Covington’s slow,
contagious smile and Mrs. Demarest
Polk’s expressionless face . . . “Tony,
dahling , , , Thalia returned to
Washington today . .
Though peg had never seen Thalia
Polk, the dark, beautiful daughter
of the Western Senator was very
clear in her mind. The newspapers
had made Thalia Polk exquisitely
real. A great many people in Wash
ington knew Thalia without ever
having seen her, just as Peg knew
her. They knew that she had fol
lowed her debutante season with
a spring and summer of traveling.
She had been in London, in Antibes,
in Juan-des-Pins. They knew what
liners carried her to Europe,, what
famous people she met and played
with there, and where they went
and where they stayed and what
they did. Tomorrow 'they would
know that Thalia Polk was back in
Washington. The newspapers could
never let you forget that Thalia
Polk . , . not as long as her father
was a Senator . . not as long as
there was a background of millions
behind her.
(To be Continued)
Like Pilot Officer George Pearling
of Verdun, ■Quebec, who is Canada’s
Number One ace, although serving
with the R.A.F.,McLeod has been
operating recently from Malta, the
happy hunting ground of fighter
pilots, In one week alone he shot
down three junkers-—88, bombers,
two Messerschmidt—109 -fighters,
as well as inflicting severe damage
on a number of other fighters ami.
bombers.
Royal Canadian Air Force preci
sion drill squad have achieved for
themselves an enviable reputation in
the field of military smartness and
drill. Determined tp show that the
boys in blue are in no way superior
members of the Women’s Division
have formed a precision squad
which, on.its limited appearances in
the East, has won widespread ac
claim, The squad is shortly leaving
on a tour of Western -Canada where
demonstrations will be presented in
a number of cities and towns. Among
other things, the W.D. precision
squad performs 140 manoeuvres
without a word of command, They
were trained by Squadron Leader
J, L. Dyte, who has been in charge
of the training -of the men’s drill
squadrons,
• * •
That equivalent ranks foi* the
three services include— Lieutenant
(Army), Sub-Lieutenant (Navy),
Flying Officer (R.'C.'A.F.) and Sec
tion Officer (R.C.A.F. Women’s
Division) ?
That the first Distinguished Fly
ing Cross awarded in the present
war was won by a Canadian—Flight
Lieutenant 'Alan C. Brown, of Win
nipeg?
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“Why do they call it Wall Street-’’
"Bump up against it and you’ll
find out.”
over
What was she try-
remember? What was cla-
inside of her for recogni-
And then she knew. That
hadn’t been an old woman.
By Fit. Lieut. T. C. McCall
R.C.A.F. Public Relations Officer
woman
Her
Mr.
Nel-
isn’it
Pat-
You
you
Now
She
Neb
Peg,” Mr. Nelson said fin-
Get your mind, on something
I’m going to find out right
what
hear
this is nil about and
from the later this eve-
don’t miss your night
Do just what von us-
• ♦ *
“Lefty” Dons the Blue
.Four- years’ ’ago, off’ Canadian
sandlots came one of the finest pitch
ing prospects to enter the profes
sional baseball field. He was Phil.
Marchildon, a lad who had been
.standing amateur teams on their
heads in the vicinity of Penetanguis-
hene, Ontario. After two years with
the Toronto Maple Leafs, Marchil
don was sold to the Philadelphia
Athletics and was rated by veteran
Connie Mack as one of the most pro
mising southpaws he had ever seen.
This season Marchildon fully lived
up tp Mack’s hopes for him and with
a decidedly weak team won more
games than he lost. The other day
Marchildon turned up at an R.C.A.F.
recruiting centre, was whisked
through the preliminaries and ap
plied foi’ enlistment as aircrew. He
hopes to 'be a fighter pilot, firing
plenty of stuff in the direction of the
Axis.
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Bnsli Pilots Helping Out
Long before the present war star
ted, Canadians had hung up a remar
kable record in aviation by using
aeroplanes to traverse the vast un
settled distance of the far north and
west, taking men and supplies to
remote lumbering and mining settle
ments. When the British Common
wealth. Air Training Plan came into-
being, most of the men who had
been piling up thousands of hours of
flying time flocked to the colors. A
number of them Will be found today
at the huge Trenton Air Station,
where as instructors at
Flying School, they pass on
extensive knowledge to the
A.F.’s instructional personnel.
S.’, as it is commonly called,
reality the university of the air
Where experienced instructors gO' for
advanced training to qualify for the
coveted ‘A-l’ rating which indicates
theii* fitness to instruct on all types
of training craft. lOjn. the staff at
C.F.S. are three former bush pilots—
Squadron Leaders Pat Twist, Herrn,
Lungford and Lou Ingram. All of
them key men in the instructor-trai
ning system, this trio represents a
pool of diversified flying experience
such as probably no other country
in the world could duplicate.
♦ ♦ *
Another Canadian Ace
Canada’s prairies have produced
another outstanding aviatoi4 in the
person of Flight Lieutenant H. W.
McLeod of Regina who recently re
ceived a bar to the Distinguished
Flying Cross which he won a short
time ago, Flight Lieutenant McLeod
is the top scorer among pilots ser
ving With the R.C.A.F. overseas,
being officially^ credited with the
destruction of 13 enemy aircraft
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Late Oswald Fishor of Hay Twp.
An aged and respected pioneer of.
the community passed away on Mon
day in the person of Mr. 1
Fisher, at the ripe old age of
10 months and 16 days, after
ness for some duration, but
severe till the last week. Mr.
was borne in Sebastapole, Ont., near
Tavistock, and as a young boy came
with the family to Hay Township,
where he spent all his lifetime. On
October Sth last Mr. and Mrs. Fisher
celebrated their 56th anniversary of'
their wedded life. The Fisher home
is a quarter mile south of town, and
Mr. Fisher, besides farming was a
carpenter by trade, and helped to
erect many a building in the com
munity. A very interesting gentle
man to- converse with, possessing a
very good memory of by-gone days.
Surviving besides his bereft compan
ion, Betsy Geiger are five sons,
Harry of St. Jacobs; Edwin of Kit
chener; (Samuel of Bridgeport; Ervin
of Kitchener and Raymond of
Zurich; four daughters, (Pearl)
Mrs. Milton Haas of Bridgeport;
(Idella) Mrs, Wesley Bowman of
Durham; (Alma) Mrs. Amos We
ber, Bridgeport; (Gladys) Mrs. Wil
liam Kraft, Waterloo; also 21 grand
children; 1 .brother, John, Hensail; 4,
Sisters, Mrs. Pollard of Pentan; Mrs.
Wm. Demuth Port
Sangster, Hensall;
ley, Stephen; The
on Thursday, with
the home- at 2.30
ment following in
cemetery. Rev. C.
pastor of the Evangelical church of
ficiated.—Zurich Herald.
Arthur; Mrs. W.
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ST. MARYS—D. L. O’Brien, of
Church Street, St.Mary’s, had the
misfortune to slip on the snowy side
walk at the corner of Church and
Queen Streets, breaking his left arm
near the shoulder.
Finances Good in Biddulph
The financial condition of Bid
dulph Township is rated among the
best in Ontario. The rate for the last
four years for township purposes has
been 2.1 mills.
The township finished 1941 with
a surplus of $9,214,
The Granton hydro-electric deben
ture is the only debenture against the
township at the present time. The
principal is all paid but $881, and by
194-5 it is expected it will be all paid.
This present year, the suiqalus of the
township will be increased.
MANY BEER SHOT
Many deer were shot during the
past hunting season, and the marks
men of Zurich got their share of
the lovely venison that goes with the
sport. Since Huron North had a
week’s open season, it made it quite
possible for many hunters to go out
and shoot their deer for the long
winter months. The local locker at .
Zurich has many a pound of choice
venison in cold storage, which will
grace the table in months to come.
Zurich Herald.
I’ve hung up the Santa
Claus suit for the duration.
Pin in uniform now-loaded
down with war calls.
I can’t get material to
build more lines.
“So please don’t ask me
to carry Christmas
messages, particularly
long-haul calls to the
eastern seaboard and the
far west.
“Thank you . • * I know
you’ll understand.”
J. F. ROLFE,
Manager.